m- i ain't gonna hold on to these monsters anymore

bael

POSTED: Mon May 14, 2018 3:18 pm

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The journey north had been pleasant enough, a welcome opportunity to bond with her brother as they both set out to prove themselves. Saga found herself pulling just cleared of her silver-tongued sibling since she'd earned her first embellishment some short few weeks ago. In addition, she was near to earning a second one, and she hoped that within the month she'd be able to further boost her claim to her existing co-rank. And perhaps get herself promoted. Enthusiasm and diligence were attractive traits on the woman, whose short stature wove through the various merchants with grace and ease, her brother trailing behind her, unable to match her feverant enthusiasm.

Bright eyes scanned the various stalls, traveling traders stood behind them, chatting to each other and to various customers. The woman came to a stop a short distance away from bustling corrals, stocked with the prize items that the siblings sought. Saga turned silently to Baelish, catching his pumpkin gaze. She said nothing, but her intentions were clear. It was time for the pair to try their hand at real trading. Though in all reality, Saga was really only here to aide her brother. After all it was him who had the silver tongue necessary for such practices.

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POSTED: Mon May 14, 2018 3:43 pm

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To say he hadn’t been very confident when he and his sister had set out on this trading mission was an understatement. They really had nothing to offer, especially in comparison to livestock. He had even scrounged through the Vale’s storage, but it itself was barren for the most part. The most valuable thing they had with them was Saga’s paper; he had insisted she bring as much of it as she could; it was very hard to come by nowadays.

Baelish trailed behind on their half-day journey to Saint John, where they had heard tell a small band of merchants was set up temporarily. The city had once boasted quite the trading post, but after the falling Red Star and the subsequent shifting of the land, it was not as prosperous as it once was. Still, there was enough room for traveling merchants to set up shop and trade with Krokar, Sapient, and now the Vale.

Saga seemed so eager, so excited, to prove herself to their leaders, and while Baelish felt the same desire to please, he knew it was going to be difficult. She was so preoccupied to getting to the livestock for sale she missed some of the more interesting things as they got closer to the gathered. On the outskirts was the riffraff, and Baelish spied a drunkard or two, pickpockets, and something not meant for children’s eyes happening behind a tree not too far from the road. He could not help but grin; he was back in his element.

They had arrived a day early, just to get a chance to look at the wares before their scheduled meeting with the wholesaler Saga had gotten into contact with. She had set this whole thing up; it wasn’t the easiest thing getting a private meeting with a traveling merchant, it was often not worth their time. But apparently this wolf-dog, Martin was his name, was eager to meet some Mistwalkers since they were new in these parts. Baelish hoped they wouldn’t disappoint him.

There was plenty here to look at, pigs, horses, goats, even some tamed deer; he watched his sister as she flitted about, a smile on his face to see her so enthusiastic. He adjusted the heavy pack on his shoulder and glanced around, some people were staring; her coat was something to marvel at after all. He got close to her again, "Maybe we should find a spot to set up camp, eh?"

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POSTED: Wed May 16, 2018 1:24 pm

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Saga caught Baelish's bemused grins when they passed by all the sordidness that the city had to offer and though she didn't comment on them, she regularly shot scolding looks towards him. She truly didn't understand how he could tolerate all this chaos, let alone enjoy it. Arriving a day early had been Baelish's idea, no doubt in order for him to snoop about and revel in the questionable behavior that was so common in places like these. But Saga had agreed to it anyway, figuring the reasons he'd offered up (whether sincerely or not) were solid enough for her to be unable to deny him.

The dappled girl was surprised her letter had been enough to convince the trader. She'd worked hard on it for at least a week, drafting it and redrafting it, editing it and reediting it. Eventually, when she was satisfied with it (and her penmanship) she passed it on for proofreading, and then, finally, she sent it off to the trader. The reply had come surprisingly swiftly and they set off soon after receiving it.

The stares when they arrived didn't surprise Saga. Her coat was a marvel, and so too was the form that it lay upon. Baelish suggested settling down somewhere for the night and she was quick to agree. For they had much to talk about, much to formulate.

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POSTED: Thu May 17, 2018 9:39 pm

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His sister was quick to agree with him, and they settled not too far off from the bustling of the temporary trading post. Baelish was actually surprised that it was as full as it was; but he supposed now that it was spring most merchants were traveling back and forth between the far North and the far South, with ‘Souls land and Portland in between. He could only image the exotics that were available at either end of the journey; here in the middle, things were most likely as common as they could get.

Once Saga and he had set up the tents, gotten a fire started, and some food in their bellies, he was quick to slip into the night to visit the post at night. Of course, it was exactly as he was expecting, seedy and dark and beautiful. This was when those with uncouth merchandise came out, and he found many a seller of alcohol, drugs, and women. But he had been born into this, raised in this, and so knew exactly how to act. It was not hard to come-by two full bottles of Luperci wine, as well a small one of human liquor. He doubted it was good, but at least the bottle was worth something.

He passed by a group of hookers who were quick to blow a kiss and beckon him into the woods, but he just grinned and winked at them before continuing on. Of course he was tempted, but he wasn’t stupid; he knew there was a pimp in the shadows just waiting to rid him of his newly traded drink, and maybe his life.

When he returned to the camp, Saga was asleep, and he afforded himself just one night-cap before retiring himself. The wine was good and hearty, and he was in dreamland soon enough.

***

The next day rose early, warm and thick with pollen. Baelish was awake only after the light made it difficult to remain asleep; he pulled away his tent flap yawning and saw that his sister was already up and about, "Morning." he said, before pulling on his gray pants and donning a black vest, "You ready for this meeting?" He asked, already knowing she was. He himself was a bit nervous, for the same reason he had been the day before; at least now they had some alcohol to trade. But the paper, the paper was the most important.

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POSTED: Sun May 20, 2018 8:21 am

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The night's sleep had done Saga good, and, predictably, she arose earlier than her brother. The fire crackled low in front of her as she perched on a log, stoking the coals under a slab of rock lain across the primitive firepit. Upon the slab, the gamey meat of a freshly slain hare was beginning to brown. Although they had a good supply of food with them, Saga had come across a live warren while surveying the local area. The habit of patrolling the borders of the Vale was strong enough to ensure that she found some opportunity to retain that level of activity while traveling. With speed and agility part and parcel of Saga, taking down the large hare hadn't been much of a task, she was home and part way through cooking breakfast before Baelish awoke himself.

She had just plated up the hare fillets as her brother emerged out of the tent, greeting her and ensuring she was well prepared. She knew that he knew she was, and so she simply nodded and held the crude wooden plate out towards him, 'We better eat' the mottled woman suggested. They were both quick to eat, both eager to get the day started, to get this first tentative step into the world of trading over with.

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POSTED: Sun May 20, 2018 7:52 pm

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Of course Saga had food going, and he smiled with appreciation before taking a seat by the fire. The sizzling hare sounded and smelled great, and he was eager to the take the plate from her when it was offered. The rabbit had been huge and Baelish was glad of the large portion, which he took no time polishing off. His sister was pretty tight lipped, he wondered if she was nervous as well.

After they had eaten, they both prepared their trade items and headed towards the meeting place. Martin had his makeshift stand near the entrance to camp, with a small pen of animals behind it. The wolf-dog had a litany of things to sell, anything from clothing to books, but it was obvious that his main bread and butter was livestock. As they approached, the smell of pigs, chickens, goats and horses was prevalent.

Martin himself was an older Luperci, dark gray with strangely blonde hair; he was dressed in a jumpsuit of sorts, heavily patched up and looking like it hadn’t been washed in years. Not far away from him sat a female, younger, and with husky features. Baelish hadn’t expected there to be two of them; this would make negotiating more difficult if the woman was to be part of it.

Saga and Baelish came up to the front of the stand, and Martin stood to greet them, "Well there, you are early to come to trade, I have a meeting with some people from a nearby pack shortly, why don’t you come back later in the day." His voice has a slight lisp to it, and he grinned at them with a patronizing look in his eyes.

Baelish was not quite sure, but something was extremely familiar about this man, but he couldn’t quite place why he felt that way. Instead, he slipped his thumbs underneath the straps of his pack and rocked back on his heels, a grin of his face, "I believe it was us you have a meeting with. Baelish D’Angelo, and Saga D’Angelo," He gestured to his sister, "She has been the one in contact with you."

Martin’s face fell, and suddenly the as of yet silent woman laughed, "Marty! They nothing but kids! You got swindled again." The trader shot his female companion and a venomous glare before turning back to the Mistwalkers, "You two really it? I didn’t realize I was going to be meeting with some fresh out the womb pups!" it was obvious that he was not happy.

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POSTED: Mon May 21, 2018 6:28 pm

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While Baelish wondered if she was nervous, Saga sat with nothing but quiet confidence in her veins. Whether there truly was a lack of any sense of foreboding, or whether she'd compartmentalised such feelings so deep that they were so easy to ignore, was a question yet to be answered. As she stood, the tattered rucksack on her back dug into the skin of her shoulders, so laden was it with papers and other tat that Baelish had found. Dutifully, she followed the bandit-masked male towards where their contact lay in wait. Though she brother was taller, she matched his step with wide, powerful strides. It was evident to all who beheld her, all who had enough common sense at least, that she was no mere child.

When they arrived, Saga was admittedly unimpressed by the merchant and his consort, and her first impression of him wasn't improved on as he opened his mouth. Saga's acute hearing picked up on the snide tone in which he spoke to them in, and green eyes grew a touch poisonous, narrowing in his direction. She knew to hold her tongue though, while she wasn't quick to anger, she was always quick to bite back. Right now she needed to mind her manners, alienating a merchant was a stupid idea.

Baelish had her back, however, and spoke up in the most amiable of fashions. He introduced both himself and Saga gleefully, sliding his thumbs around the straps of his rucksack, like a schoolboy on his first day of class. Saga wanted to scoff at how stupid he'd looked, but her tongue remained locked down and her eyes stayed true to Martin. The only thing that swayed her gaze was the brash cackle of the doggish woman, the mottled girl's angered gaze was a mirror image of the merchant's, though her's lingered a touch longer.

Before turning back to the scruffy older male, Saga spoke, addressing him with her tongue and the woman with her deadly gaze. 'If he was truly being swindled, he would have recognised it earlier. Children don't write, nor do they arrange trade expeditions'. Saga felled silent, her accented words echoing bluntly off of their surroundings. 'Or don't you believe him intelligent enough?' She offered a faux saccharine smile towards the woman, before turning back to Martin. 'He's just impressed, that's all' she said with an air of finality, offering the flustered merchant a way out of the hole he'd dug himself.

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POSTED: Mon May 21, 2018 6:46 pm

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Baelish could feel his sister heat up beside him like a furnace at the merchant’s rudeness, but he had confidence that she could keep a lid on it. This was all a part of the game after all; even if the two of these dogs were being truthful in their reactions, they were also setting Bae and Saga up for failure, if they were to respond negatively.

Trading was all about finding a weakness in one’s opponent, just like a physical battle. Baelish was not a strong boy, somewhat wispy in body-type and chicken in countenance. What he excelled at was this field of battle; a war waged with words and wit instead of bravado and brawn. Saga spoke then, her voice laced with venom, but she managed to keep civil enough not to have them turned away outright. In fact, he was surprised at her fiendish suggestion that Martin was indeed impressed instead of insulted.

The wolf-dog seemed to have the same opinion of the situation, and his dark face twisted up in distaste for a moment; the sharp gaze of his female companion though was enough to make him answer quickly, "Why yes, of course." he said, standing up to greet the two of them properly, "Forgive me, I should have known better. The fact that you are young only shows that the pack you come from is well-off and genuine." More bullshit words had never been spoken, but it was enough to wipe the smile of the husky’s face; she settled back against a sack of grain, arms crossed.

Martin gave the smallest of sighs before turning back to the D’Angelo’s "So, you are in need of some livestock. Well you’ve come to the right place…" He opened up several ropes dividing the pen from the outside and allowed them to enter, "Take a look, pick what you want, and then we’ll discuss price." All this said through slightly gritted teeth, it was clear that he was still unhappy with this whole situation.

As Baelish and Saga walked past him into the pen, his eyes met the young D’Angelo male's- there it was again, that feeling of familiarity. Just where had Baelish seen this man before?

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POSTED: Thu May 24, 2018 1:10 pm

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Relief and satisfaction flooded through her as Martin agreed with her persuasive words. He soon followed it up with an apology, to which both Saga and Baelish accepted with graceful smiles. Still, the mottled woman was still just short of maturity, and couldn't help tilting her gaze back towards the merchant's consort and giving her a wily grin. Her attention drew back to the situation at hand before any complaint against her could be made, green eyes staring up at the merchant as he spoke. A picture of innocence if there ever was one.

As Martin steered the siblings towards the livestock pens, it was obvious he was less than pleased by his youthful clients. That being said, Saga didn't care, not so long as they were served and served with respect. As the entered the pen, the merchant closed the gate and wandered back to his stall, leaving the siblings alone momentarily. "Naja," Saga hummed, switching languages to avoid being overheard, "Das hätte besser gehen können..." Still it hadn't been a complete mess, and if this continued the way they were headed, the pair would walk out of the market with livestock in tow.

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POSTED: Sat May 26, 2018 9:17 pm

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Once they were in the pen, and Martin left them to peruse, did they both seem to relax. Saga, ever vigilant, was quick to change to German to speak to him. His ears twitched at it; it had been over a month now since he had heard the language, and it was like a cool drink on a hot day to his senses. He grinned at her, and shrugged, "Du sorgst dich zu viel." He said, bumping against her shoulder slightly.

They looked around; Saga was obviously being frugal in looking for exactly what the Vale needed, Baelish however could not help but look at the few available horses, all of which were grossly outside their price-range. But there was a handsome gelding there, all dark with orange markings; he shone in the sun and the Crowstooth could not stop looking at him. After a few minutes though, Martin entered the arena, "Well?" He said gruffly, his arms crossed, "You took a look. What do you want? More importantly, what do you have to trade?" He sneered, obviously not thinking that they were worth what they were going to ask for, or perhaps so naïve that he could get more out of them than what was an equal trade.

Now that he was close to him again, and could smell him, suddenly Baelish’s memory snapped, and he final recognized just where he had seen this Martin before. A horrible, sinister grin grew over his face, "Jetzt hab ich dich…" he whispered, and Martin turned to him, "Stop that jibberish and tell me what you’re lookin’ to trade for." he nearly growled, and Baelish, after giving Saga a knowing look, gestured to her and stepped back.

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